to feel the forest between my toes. for wild air to swim through my lungs…
“The nature of the universe is such that the ends can never justify the means. On the contrary, the means always determine the end.”
-Aldous Huxley, Ends and Means: An Enquiry into the Nature of Ideals and Into the Methods Employed for their Realization
THOUGHTS CREATE REALITY
be the ribbon, not the object entangled by it
been thinking about posting this for a while now. doin it.
tresses flying freely in the wind
she slings her mane
a wild horse of a woman.
Now Now - Wolf
we lose ourselves in a swarming sea of light
as drops of dew strung together on a quivering web of silk
how do you melt water?
transcend the laws that constrain you
who are you?
Unwrapped
crayons become a candle, ignite
and we gListen through the night


